Purpose

This happens to me every now and then; a new season, a renewed spirit, and a fresh tone. Fickle? Maybe. I get to see things from different perspective.

Like the new rain of spring,
Nurture seeds to flowers,
Let out spirit be yearning,
To know Him of all powers.

Standing in Holy of Holies,
People of priest and praise,
Falling down on our knees,
To Him worthy of our gaze.

Discern this time and place,
Generation of tempt and trial,
Discern this season and haste,
Let audacity reigns and be real.

For in righteous defiance,
Though enemies in dozens,
We will stand among giants,
We shall slay our thousands.